#how in the fuck did i drew this using a mouse

[spookuzm]

Sans.

Do I need to say more?

[littlest-w01f]

Moonlight

"Spectrophilia" with:

Azriel x Reader

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Summary: No one sees him, no one feels him but you, and your mate is quite a jealous male over those who you can see

Cw: A little exhibition, public/semi public sex, fingering, groping, spanking, jealous Azriel, Smut 18+ MDNI

You felt an invisible presence brush against your skin as you walked through the crowded market square, sending shivers down your spine. She knew he was there, watching her every move with hungry eyes even if no one else could perceive his existence. your mysterious mate had always been possessive, his jealousy flaring whenever another male dared to look your way.

And you did like playing with him, As if on cue, a handsome vendor beckoned you over, flashing a charming smile. You returned the gesture politely before quickly averting your eyes, not wanting to provoke your unseen lover's wrath. Who you knew was always watching, you acted innocently, you did enjoy his jealousy, how he would touch you right in front of the males or females he deemed were flirting with you. How he would start pleasuring you randomly, to show you that you only belonged to him.

The crowd around you seemed oblivious to the tension between you and your unseen mate. His possessiveness was palpable, almost tangible. But you enjoyed this dance of cat and mouse, the thrill of teasing him, knowing he'd soon claim you as his own.

As you moved through the bustling market, the scent of fresh fruit mingled with the musky aroma wafting off you, the scent of night chilled mist belonging to your mate. A tantalizing blend of spices filled the air as vendors hawked their wares, but all you could focus on was the unspoken promise of pleasure awaited.

Your playful banter with the vendor drew a few chuckles from you, but you barely cared. Your heart raced at the thought of provoking your jealous mate further. The vendor's hands lingered a bit too long on the ripe peaches he offered.

You froze when you felt scared hands on your hips, pinching and groping you, your ghostly mate's voice a growl, "You're mine... y/n." Azriel trailed hot kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive flesh. "I won't share what's mine," he growled, his breath hot against your skin. "Not even for a moment."

Only you heard him, nodding along to the vendor quickly, making payment as you felt Azriel's phantom scarred hands slip through your skirt, not being restricted by fabric, caressing your inner thighs. His touch sent electric jolts straight to your core, making you squirm with need. The vendor's words faded into background noise as Azriel's digits brushed against your soaked folds directly.

"You're dripping wet already, my little tease," he purred, rubbing slow circles over your aching clit. "So eager for me to fill this greedy cunt." His other hand crept up to cup your breast, kneading the supple flesh through your bluse.

You bit back a moan, glad the gown you wore was of thick fabric so the way he felt up your body didn't show, your knees weakening under the dual assault of his skilful fingers and sinful mouth on your neck. Azriel pinched your nipple hard enough to make you gasp, drawing curious looks from nearby shoppers.

"Oh would you look at the time," You used as a cover-up, adjusting your rather modest dress as Azriel played with your body, unseen by everyone. "Please, pack my fruits faster. I should head home."

Azriel chuckled darkly, his touch becoming more insistent as he squeezed your breast harder, twisting your nipple mercilessly, wanting you to make more noise as he bit on your neck. He groaned softly at the warm, wet welcome he found around your cunt. "Your cunt is so fucking tight and ready for me," he hissed. "How do you stand being out here without me inside you?"

With practised ease, he slipped a finger inside your clenching walls, curling it upwards to hit that sweet spot that made you whimper and writhe, but you bit your lips to stay quiet.

With your items packed, you quickly made your way into the alleys, but Azriel pinned you in the nearby one, his phantom weight bearing down on you, your back pressed against the wall.

"Going somewhere?" Azriel asked huskily, his voice echoing in your ears. His spectral form pressed against your back, trapping you between him and the rough stone wall of the alley. One large hand slid up to wrap loosely around your throat while the other continued its relentless assault on your dripping cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you right here where anyone could walk by and see what a desperate slut you are for me," he promised darkly. Two thick fingers plunged knuckle-deep into your sopping cunt, pumping roughly. "I bet you wish they could see you getting split open on my cock."

He scissored his fingers, stretching you deliciously, his thumb grinding mercilessly against your throbbing clit. You bucked your hips, riding his hand shamelessly as obscene wet sounds filled the narrow space.

"Az-" You cover your mouth with your hands, feeling yourself float as he holds you up in the air, unable to see him.

"That's it, cum on my fingers like the dirty girl you are," He commanded. "Then I'm going to bend you over and stuff your cunt full of my cock until you scream." His filthy promises only inflamed your arousal higher, your cunt gushing freely to coat his phantom fingers. He circled your clit rapidly, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you hurtling over the edge.

Your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave, your vision blurring as Azriel's name tore from your lips in a silent scream. Your cunt spasmed wildly around his thrusting fingers, gushing clear fluid that ran down your thighs. He hummed in approval, then spun you around to face the alley wall, yanking your skirts up around your waist, ripping apart your lace. The cool air hit your drenched folds.

A sharp smack echoed off the close walls as Azriel's palm connected with your tender cunt. The sudden sting morphed into molten heat, making you gasp and arch your back instinctively. Before you could catch your breath, another stinging slap landed, followed by another and another until your abused flesh was bright red and pulsing with need.

You were crying with every spank, "A vendor..." Azriel scoffed, "Really?" He landed another, "To make me jealous? Me? Your mate who can have you whenever and no one else will know..."

Each punishing spank sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, intensifying your arousal tenfold. Despite the harsh treatment, you couldn't help but grind your hips back against him, seeking more contact.

"Is this what you wanted?" Azriel demanded, smacking your quivering ass once more. "For me to fuck you raw in public? To leave my mark all over your perfect little body?" He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning over your earlobe. "Tell me how much you want it."

His hand left your heated flesh only briefly before returning with something far larger and thicker than his fingers. His cockhead probed at your entrance teasingly before pushing past the initial resistance, stretching you wide to accommodate his size.

"Oh- fuckfuck- ugh-" You babbled on, shaking under the stretch of his cock. The stretch too filling. The sensation of being filled so completely had you seeing stars behind your closed eyelids.

"Fuck yes," Azriel grunted, pushing deeper until he was balls deep inside you. He paused momentarily, allowing both of you to adjust to the new sensation before beginning to move.

His hips snapped forward, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back into you, burying himself to the hilt within your dripping cunt. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed loudly in the confined space, punctuated by your muffled cries and moans.

Each thrust drove him deeper, hitting spots inside you that made your vision blur again. Azriel's hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements perfectly to meet each of his powerful strokes.

The ground was slightly wet from the rain that had covered Velaris a few hours ago, the night moon high, still covered with dark clouds, you moaned louder seeing your reflection in the puddles, you were bend over, a thighs wet with an invisible force thrusting into you.

His thrusts became erratic, less controlled, driven by primal instincts. Each stroke was harder, deeper, designed to claim every inch of you as his own. "Fuck... You're so tight... Around my cock," He hissed, increasing his pace, pounding into you.

The cool air whipped around your exposed skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating off Azriel's body and the warmth pooling within your stomach.

Azriel's pace quickened, his cock driving in and out of you with ruthless abandon. Every stroke rubbed against your sensitive spot inside you, sending shocks of pleasure shooting up your spine. You cried out, loud enough this time for someone passing by to hear if they dared to listen closely.

His grip on your hip tightened almost painfully, anchoring you firmly in place as he pounded into you relentlessly. The slap of flesh mingling with your gasps and whimpers created an erotic symphony in the deserted alleyway.

"Azriel!" You screamed his name like a battle cry, your entire body tensing as another climax built at lightning speed within you.

"That's it. Moan my name." The ghostly being murmured, pressed in fully to your cervix your cunt clamped down around his pistoning cock like a vice, fluttering along his length as you came undone. Azriel snarled in response, his thrusts growing erratic as your silken walls milked him greedily.

For a moment, the clouds cleared from the full moon, the moonlight filtering through the alley, and you catch Azriel's reflection in the water spots, he was devastatingly beautiful, although his hands were burned and scared, a gory sight, but those same hands had brought you too much pleasure to be scared of him. He looked down, eyes meeting yours and you shuddered, seeing his giant wings flaring.

With a guttural groan, Azriel surrendered to the overwhelming sensations of being physical again, letting the moonlight wash over him, his control snapping like a dry twig beneath his feet. His cock pulsed violently inside you, releasing his hot release deep within you. The force of his orgasm triggered another powerful climax in you, prolonging the sweet torture of your combined release.

As the aftershocks faded away, leaving you both panting heavily, Azriel pulled out slowly, his cum leaking from your spent cunt down your thighs. He let go of your hips, trailing his fingertips lightly across your swollen lower lips, spreading his cum further.

You turned on your heel, your skirts falling back down your legs, to truly look at him for however long the moonlight allowed, Azriel captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his passion and desire into the embrace. His tongue danced with yours, both of you savouring each other's taste. As the moon dipped back behind the clouds, Azriel was gone right in front of your eyes, yet you still felt him pressed against you.

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[mochasenby]

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚄𝚜

Valeria x F! Reader She’s your obsessive ex. You broke up with her after a harsh realization that she would literally kill for you. She’s been sending you flowers for months to win you back over. She won’t stop till she has you in her arms or beneath her.

Tags: face-sitting, cunnilingus, strap-on use

"You fucker!" Y/n snapped as the men roughly dragged her into the warehouse. Her body ached from the rough rope that wrapped around her limbs, immobilizing her from running away. Cold metal jammed harshly against her spine, making her wince.

"Watch your tone, bitch." A man snapped at her, forcing the gun to drag against her skin. Y/n yelped in pain, looking over her shoulder to glare at him. How did it end up like this?

Hours ago, Y/n stood alone in her kitchen, glaring at the bouquet on her counter—another bundle of red roses. She knew who sent them; she didn't even have to glance at the notecard. They were beautiful, in full bloom despite the harsh winter storm that brewed outside.

She grabbed the stems, noticing that each thorn had been meticulously twisted off except for one.

She quickly drew her hand back, cursing as a thorn pricked her palm. "Fuck." She hissed, snatching the bouquet and tossing it into the trash along with the rest. She grabbed the notecard, preparing to toss it, but paused.

She stared down at the gold ink, her thumb tracing over each detail. With a heavy sigh of defeat, she turned it over. But just before she could read whatever devotion of love and worship was written on it, a loud whack echoed as she fell to the floor.

Her vision blurred, and the last thing she saw was a pair of boots that looked all too similar to a particular war criminal.

And that's how she ended up here, arms bound together with itchy rope that was so close to cutting off her circulation. And a pounding headache that made her want to shriek. She glared at the bald man who held her captive, wishing death upon him and his next of kin for generations.

Just before she could tell him off, a bullet flew through the air, lodging into the man's shoulder. It happened so quickly that Y/n could barely process it. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she stared in horror at the man. He writhed in agony on the ground, his hand cupping his oozing shoulder.

"Who do you think you are, pendejo? You think this is a game?" A hiss echoed as Y/n's heart raced. She knew that tone all too well.

"Valeria." Y/n whispered breathlessly as Valeria appeared from the shadows, gun in hand, and her eyes blazed with malice.

Valeria stepped closer, pressing the heel of her boot into the man's head. "Apologize, hijo de puta, or I'll blow your brains out." She uttered, moving the gun to tap against his cheek.

The man gritted his teeth before his eyes darted to Y/n. "I'm sorry."

A click echoed as Valeria moved to point the gun between his eyes. His body stiffened as he quickly scrambled onto his knees.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, El Sin Nombre!" He pleaded desperately as she scoffed.

"Get the fuck out." She hissed as the man scrambled off the floor, darting out of the warehouse alongside the rest of her men.

Valeria rolled her eyes, stuffing the gun into her hip pocket. Y/n watched in disbelief, her jaw agape. "What the fuck?" She whispered as Valeria's attention turned to her.

The malice quickly vanished, only to be filled with longing and adoration.

"Mi Vida," Valeria cooed, reaching to cup Y/n's face. Y/n flinched back, her body defensive from her touch.

"Valeria, what the fuck. Do you know how fucking crazy you are? Why the fuck did you kidnap me?!" She shouted in anger.

Valeria seemed unaffected by her words, the adoration in her eyes only shining brighter.

"You know exactly why, mi amor," Valeria uttered, her voice laced with desire and possessiveness.

"How long must this game of cat and mouse continue when I can just do this?" She reached out, her hand finally resting on Y/n's face.

A shudder ran down Y/n's spine. "Valeria, this isn't right. It's over between us."

Valeria's grip tightened on Y/n's chin, her eyes narrowing as she leaned in closer, her breath brushing against Y/n's lips.

"No, mi amor, it's far from over," she whispered, her voice laced with determination. "You think you can walk away from me? Think again."

“You’re fucking crazy,” Y/n whispered, her harsh words causing Valeria's eyes to start to fill with annoyance.

“You killed a man without any regrets right in front of me, and you expect me to forget it ever happened?” Y/n uttered as Valeria tapped her lips.

"Regrets?" Valeria laughed, her voice dripping with venom. "That man meant nothing to me, mi amor. I did what I had to do to protect what's ours."

Her fingers trailed along Y/n jawline, her touch simultaneously gentle and possessive. "I killed for you, Y/n. I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means getting my hands dirty."

Y/n stared at her in horror. She knew deep down that Valeria's love came with a dark side that frightened her. Valeria's love was obsessive. Valeria's love had no end to it. And she just happened to fall into Valeria's web. But no matter how far Y/n tried to run or how hard she struggled, she trapped herself even more.

The pull Valeria had on her was intoxicating. And something about the crazed look in her eyes made Y/n shudder. And Valeria knew it.

"You call me crazy, but look who's responding to my touch?" Valeria uttered, her hand moving to cup the base of Y/n's neck. She could feel the beats of Y/n's heart, how it raced from each glide of her fingers.

"Sabes que no puedes dejarme." Valeria cooed in her ear, her grip on Y/n's neck tightening just enough to make her gasp.

"You still want me," Valeria whispered as her gaze met Y/n's. Y/n stared at her with frustration and anger, yet hidden behind was want. As Valeria's lips brushed over her ear, she shuddered. The possessive grip she had on her neck made her knees almost buckle.

When was the last time they had been this close?

"I fucking hate you," Y/n spat, her hiss weak as Valeria's lips twitched upwards.

"No por mucho tiempo."

Y/n grunted as she was shoved, her back colliding with the mattress. The rope that still bound her arms ground against the bed, making her groan in pain. She stared up at Valeria with fierce eyes as Valeria straddled her thighs.

With a swift motion, Valeria reached down, her fingers deftly undoing the restraints that bound Y/n's hands.

"Now, mi amor," Valeria's voice dripped with authority, "Show me just how much you hate me." She mocked as Y/n's eye twitched.

"Bitch." Y/n whispered before she reached up, her hands gripping the edge of Valeria's shirt. Their lips crashed together in a passionate clash, a battle of dominance and desire.

It was a battle that Y/n quickly lost as Valeria kept her pinned beneath her. One of Valeria's hands wrapped around Y/n's neck, squeezing firmly enough to make Y/n's head spin. Her other hand slid beneath Y/n's shirt, her fingers skimming up her stomach toward the edge of her bra.

Y/n moaned beneath her, arching up into her touch. "Valeria," Y/n whispered breathlessly.

Valeria took the opportunity to press her tongue through the gap of Y/n's lips. Their tongues glided against one another as the kiss deepened. The need to breathe grew stronger as Y/n quickly broke the kiss, panting as Valeria smirked.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Valeria's hand slid lower, tracing the curve of Y/n's waist before slipping beneath the waistband of her pants. Her fingers danced along the edge of her panties, teasingly brushing against her sensitive skin.

Y/n's breath hitched, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as she arched into Valeria's touch. Valeria's lips brushed against Y/n's ear, her voice a low, seductive whisper.

"You're mine, mi amor. Every inch of you belongs to me."

Valeria's fingers slipped past the fabric of Y/n's panties, delving into her wetness. Valeria's eyes darkened at the feeling, the slickness of Y/n's arousal coating her fingertips. She began to explore and caress with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her touch growing more insistent and demanding.

Y/n's body trembled beneath her, her moans growing louder and more desperate. "Valeria--" Y/n gasped as Valeria's thumb traced her clit.

Valeria's grip on Y/n's neck tightened slightly, a silent reminder of her control. With each stroke of her fingers, she pushed Y/n closer to the edge, her gasps and moans filling the room.

But Valeria was not satisfied with just this. She wanted to push Y/n further, to make her beg and plead for release. With a wicked smile, she withdrew her hand from between Y/n's legs, leaving her gasping and on the brink of climax.

"Valeria!" Y/n cried out in frustration as Valeria moved her fingers to her lips. She lapped the fluids that coated her fingertips, her gaze turning hungry.

Her voice dripped with seduction as she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over Y/n's ear. "Oh, mi amor, you have no idea how delicious you taste," she whispered, her words laced with a hint of sadistic pleasure.

Y/n's breathing grew uneven, a mix of desire and anticipation coursing through her veins. Valeria's hand trailed down Y/n's body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake until it reached the apex of her thighs once again. Without warning, she plunged her fingers back into Y/n's wetness, resuming her relentless exploration.

The sensations overwhelmed Y/n, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, her body arching against Valeria's touch.

"Please, Valeria," she whimpered, her voice laced with desperation. "I need to come."

A wicked smile played on Valeria's lips as she quickened the pace of her fingers, her movements becoming more forceful and demanding. She reveled in the power she held over Y/n, how she could bring her to the brink and deny her release.

"I thought you hated me," Valeria mocked, causing a string of curses to leave Y/n's mouth.

"You'll come when you submit to me," Valeria hissed, moving her head lower. A cry left Y/n's lips as Valeria's tongue began lapping her clit with deliberate and needy strokes.

Y/n's hips bucked upward as Valeria forcefully held them down. Her lips wrapped around her clit before pushing her tongue deep into her folds. Y/n groaned in pleasure, her body buzzing with want. She could feel herself growing closer to the edge of release, but just before she tipped over--- Valeria pulled back, licking her lips.

A frustrated cry left Y/n's lips. "Please, Valeria," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "I need to come. I can't take it anymore."

Valeria's eyes darkened as she reached upwards, grabbing Y/n roughly by her neck. She yanked her closer, their bodies practically grinding against one another.

"Louder," she demanded, her voice low and commanding. "Beg for me, puta."

"Please-- Fuck I-- I just want to come. I'll stay with you and stop running away; just please let me come." Y/n begged with teary eyes.

Valeria's eyes darkened as she roughly pressed Y/n down, straddling her thighs. "You sound so needy, preciosa," She cooed, moving back to spread Y/n's legs.

"I've imagined so many different ways I could have you beneath me again, crying and begging for me," Valeria muttered, her nails tracing Y/n's thighs. Valeria moved back, her hands pulling her pants down, along with her panties.

Y/n's breath hitched as Valeria climbed on top of her, pressing her deeper against the mattress. "You want to cum, mi amor? You'll have to earn it." Valeria uttered.

Y/n stared up at Valeria before it clicked in her head. She moved back, propping herself on a pillow. She reached forward and pulled Valeria closer. Valeria smirked and raised her hips as they hovered over Y/n's face.

"Go on, prove yourself," Valeria uttered as Y/n swallowed thickly.

Without hesitation, Y/n leaned forward, her tongue darting out to flick against Valeria's clit. A hiss escaped Valeria's lips, her hands tangling in Y/n's hair.

Valeria's grip tightened in Y/n's hair, guiding her movements. Y/n surrendered herself to Valeria's control, a moan leaving her lips as Valeria yanked at her hair.

Valeria rocked her hips, grinding against Y/n's mouth. "Good girl," Valeria hissed as Y/n's tongue traced patterns. Y/n's hands gripped Valeria's thighs, holding her in place as she continued to worship her with her mouth.

"Meirda." Valeria moaned, feeling her thighs begin to tremble slightly. She looked down and let out a breathless laugh. She yanked Y/n's hair, causing a cry to leave her lips.

"Look at me," Valeria uttered as their gazes met.

"You look so pretty like this," Valeria cooed, grinding herself on Y/n's tongue. Y/n shuddered at the praise, her hands cupping Valeria's hips to pull her closer. The ache between her legs was so intense she had to fight the urge to move her hand down.

And, of course, Valeria noticed as her eyes flashed with amusement. "You don't get to touch yourself, not yet." She whispered.

Y/n whimpered at the denial, her body aching with need. Her tongue worked fervently against Valeria's throbbing clit, forcing a moan from Valeria's lips.

Valeria's movements became more urgent, her hips grinding against Y/n's mouth with a fierce intensity. She felt her climax building, the coil of pleasure tightening within her core.

"You're doing so well, mi preciosa," Valeria moaned. "Make me come; show me how much you want it."

Encouraged by Valeria's words, Y/n intensified her efforts, tongue flicking and swirling with a newfound determination. She could feel Valeria's grip on her hair tighten further, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

And then, with a shuddering gasp, Valeria's orgasm crashed over her. Her body trembled, her walls clenching around Y/n's tongue as waves of pleasure washed over her. Y/n panted heavily as Valeria raised her hips, allowing her the oxygen to return to her lungs.

Yet as soon as she got it, the air in her lungs seemed to vanish as Valeria reached into the dresser next to them and pulled out a strap-on.

"Oh." The only word left her lips as Valeria grabbed and yanked her closer. Valeria smirked, her eyes darkening with hunger as she fastened the strap-on securely around her hips.

Valeria moved closer, her hands caressing Y/n's thighs, spreading them wide open. Her fingers danced along the slick folds, teasing and testing Y/n's readiness.

"You look so pretty beneath me," Valeria uttered before pressing the strap tip in. Y/n let out a choked moan, her eyes widening at the intrusion.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her body convulsing in painful pleasure as their hips slotted together.

"Open your eyes," Valeria hissed, pulling out slowly before setting a rough pace.

Y/n quickly obeyed as tears began rolling down her cheeks. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through Y/n's body, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding and the echo of Y/n's wails.

Y/n's nails clawed into the sheets, her body arching to meet Valeria's thrusts, craving more. "V-Valeria!" She sobbed as Valeria's hand connected with her neck once more. The sensation of being filled and stretched by Valeria's strap-on was overwhelming, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

She squeezed before bringing their faces closer together. "You can't ever leave me, my love," She whispered before crashing their lips together.

Valeria's pace quickened, her thrusts growing more forceful and demanding. Y/n's body trembled with each thrust, her pleasure mounting with each passing second. She could feel the coil of ecstasy tightening within her, the need for release growing unbearable.

"Valeria," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "Please, let me come. I can't-- I can't do it anymore--"

Valeria's grip tightened on Y/n's hips, her thrusts becoming more relentless. "Beg for it."

Y/n's body ached with both pleasure and frustration, her desperate pleas filling the room. She begged and pleaded for Valeria to grant her release, her voice filled with raw need.

Valeria's eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and control as she continued to thrust into Y/n. But as the intensity of their connection grew, Valeria could feel her climax building. The coil of pleasure within her grew tighter, driving her closer to the brink.

With a final thrust, Valeria couldn't hold back any longer. She let out a moan of Y/n's name, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of ecstasy. The sight and sound of Valeria finding her release was enough to push Y/n over the edge.

Y/n's body tensed, pleasure consuming her as her orgasm washed over her in a powerful wave. She cried out Valeria's name, her voice a mix of ecstasy and satisfaction. They stilled for a few moments as Y/n panted heavily.

Tears were still streaming down her face as she felt Valeria's hand wipe them away.

"Nothing could ever separate us, Y/n." She uttered, leaning closer to press their lips together once more.

"Aún en la muerte, siempre serás mía."

[unlimitedlust]

Take Me Back To Eden - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

Heyyy it’s me again! My fantasies have been all over Noah recently as you can see so, faster than ever (for my standards), I’ve got this story out for you. I really got out of my comfort zone for this one, but I hope you like it, let me know your opinions here later, please!!!

Disclaimers: I’m unable to write anything that doesn’t involve smut so there’s tons of it ahead, as always, you’ve been warned!!! Here we’ll also have bits of heresy, there are mentions of religiousness in a not religious way, there’s also dom! and rough Noah, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, unprotected p in a (yes, anal), creampie, aftercare.

Again, english is not my first language, forgive me for any mistakes!

WC: 2.4K

Hope you all enjoy your time here, don’t forget to like and reblog if you appreciate it and, if possible, I’d be very happy to hear your thoughts on it!!!

Warnings done, enjoy the story!!!

End of Author’s Note

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The community priest’s daughter, that’s how everyone knew you for, and despite not being as religious as your parents, you did your best to keep up with the family’s reputation, at least publicly.

At the community’s eyes you were the daughter every father wished and prayed for, but if they ever knew about your likings off the spotlights.

Noah Sebastian, the rockstar born and raised in that same community, on the other hand, was not seen with the same grace, after all, he crossed lines a good christian could never accept nor admit.

And that, him being the forbidden fruit, the bad example no one should ever follow, along with his tall figure adorned with tattoos all over his skin, drew you into him instantly. After all, everyone loves a good sin.

At first, when the two of you met, you thought you’d just take part in a harmless cat and mouse game. At that moment, in your mind, he represented no real danger since he was almost always out of town. But oh boy how terribly wrong you were.

When things started to escalate and you had a taste of his sins, you soon realized you were in serious trouble and yet you didn’t want any help out of it.

What was meant to be only a physical involvement at first quickly turned into a forbidden relationship, which now you had to hide from the world, after all your parents, and mainly your father, would never allow such a thing, not with his most precious and chaste daughter.

And it would probably cause him a heart attack if he knew that at this very moment you were fully naked, locked up with Noah in his bathroom, down on your knees with his cock deep in your throat.

Noah’s tattooed hands held you by your hair as you bobbed your head up down his length, hollowing your cheeks around him, earning deep moans out of him at each movement.

You’ve been taught your whole life that you should only get down on your knees to pray, but oh boy how you loved to get down on your knees and let him use you and your mouth to his own liking.

You pulled your mouth out completely and teased the bundle of nerves right under the tip of his cock with your tongue, a devious smirk on your lips as you watched him watch you. He tightened the grip on your hair as your tongue went on, sliding from left to right and up and down on such a sensitive spot.

“Fucking stop” He pulled you up on your feet “I don’t wanna cum just yet”

He claimed your lips and hoisted you up by your asscheeks, sitting you on the counter behind you, legs wide open as he stood between them, devouring you with his lips and tongue while his hands traveled down you your body, one of them kneading one of your boobs as the other slid between your drenched folds, collecting your slickness as his pads circled your clit, applying pressure on it, your eyes rolling back at the stimulation.

“This wet already only from getting me off?”

You couldn’t answer, all you were able to do at that moment was bite your lip to keep you from moaning louder than you should, until he drew his hand away from you.

You whined in frustration as your pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to have him inside you, filling you, claiming you.

“Noah, p-please” You tried to pull his hips closer by hooking your legs around them as your hands ran up his tattooed arms to his nape.

“Tell me what you want” He demanded, lips inches from yours as he roughly grabbed you by your face, his dark eyes burning holes into yours.

“Fuck me. Hard” You spit out filthy.

“You want it hard?”

“Plea…” You gasped audibly when he pushed himself inside you with no warning “Oh fuck”

One of his arms snaked around your hips to keep you put by the edge of the counter as he bottomed you out. The sudden stretch made your body quiver in pleasure as he started to set his pace. Without breaking eye contact between you, he’d pull out almost completely to then slam himself back in harshly.

Like a starved man, his lips ran down your neck towards your breasts, where he kneaded one with his hand while his lips and teeth nibbled on the other, taking their time on your sensitive nipples as you arched your back towards him at each thrust, head thrown back in pleasure as his cock slid in and out of you.

With no warning in advance, he pulled out of you and, as if you were a weightless doll, he manhandled you down the sink and spun you around so now you could watch everything he was doing to you in the mirror.

He pushed himself back in, harder this time, making your body jolt forwards, his hips smacked loudly against your ass as he pulled you up straight by your hair for better leverage. He hooked his arms around your shoulders and hips, bringing your back to rest against his chest and allowing him to reach a new angle inside you, his pounding faster and harder as you felt your orgasm building within.

The scene unfolding in the mirror in front of you took your lust to a new level as you watched him rail you, the way his tattooed arms wrapped around you, the way your boobs bounced with each thrust, the fucked out expression you both held on your faces as you stood there agape, a pure moaning mess.

The hand on your hip slid down your front towards your clit, massaging and rolling it between his pads, the added stimulation tightening the pleasure knot in your lower belly. Noah knew you were close because he felt how your pussy clenched around him, so he picked up his pace and intensified his fingers’ work, and with a deep last thrust it snapped.

He kept your body close and stilled behind you as your body quivered against him while his fingers kept on working on you, riding you through your high until your body felt numb.

On the verge of his self control to not cum, your clenching walls like torture around him, he pulled out of you when he realized you were done.

Your eyes met again through the mirror and he reached out for your chin, pulling it to the side so his lips could meet yours in a passionate and tender kiss.

You’d just come, yet you were still in need of more of him, your body still ached for him, the amount of time you usually had to stay away from each other due to his work had you climbing over the walls for him, and by the look on his face behind you, he also wasn’t done with you.

His cock slid up and down between your asscheeks, still slick and wet from your pussy that now contracted around nothing, missing the way he stretched it to its limit just seconds ago.

With his palms now both splayed on your ass cheeks, parting them at each rub of his cock, you knew very well what he had in mind for you next.

You’d fucked countless times already but there was one thing you’d never done, a thing Noah knew you’d never done.

And he wanted that, he wanted to be your first, he wanted to claim you, you both knew that it was the biggest token of submissiveness and truthfully trust you could give him. The erotic and animalistic sense of possession and control involved in that exchange sent your head and body to overdrive with both lust and apprehension.

“Noah…” You bit your bottom lip, the uncertainty in your voice fading as his thumb drew circles on your hole, stimulating you, his eyes never breaking contact to yours because he wanted to have and to conquer you, but he wanted you to want it, he wanted you to crave for it, he wanted to be chosen and he wanted to watch you feel every aspect of it through that mirror.

“Yeah?” The husky whisper against your ear sent a strong shiver down your spine as he kept working on easing your hole.

His cock now between your legs, slipping back and forth slowly against your drenched folds, collecting your slick and coating himself in it, and he made sure that with every slide his tip met your clit teasingly, smearing it with his precum.

To feel him and to watch the scene unfold in front of you in the mirror felt pornographic as his swollen tip peaked between your thighs with every rub. You felt yourself getting bolder and hotter, and you couldn’t help but to bite your bottom lip harder as he slid a finger in your asshole, the strange yet stimulating feeling making you melt under his control at each calculated pump of his finger stretching you, getting you ready for him.

His eyes were dark with lust as he watched you relax and give in, as he watched your body reacting to him, your pussy now dripping with how turned on you were getting as he played with your ass.

“Noah…” His name left your lips once again in a soft chant as your ass met his finger on its own, the unexpected reaction making him groan.

“Fuck…” He bit on your shoulder blade and removed his finger slowly, which soon was replaced by his swollen tip coated with his own precum mixed with your slick, lubing you.

“Will you be gentle?” You whined, voice weak in anticipation as you braced yourself on the edge of the sink you were trapped against.

“Yes baby… Let me take care of you” He trailed wet kisses from your nape over your back and shoulders, their tenderness sending another wave of chills down your spine “I just need you to trust me, okay?”

His eyes met yours in the mirror again as he positioned himself against your ass, his tip pressing against your hole waiting for your signal as his large palms kept your ass cheeks parted, allowing him full view.

“Take me, Noah”

Your lips shaped a mute “O” as you felt like your breath was punched out of your lungs when he pushed in, the initial stretch from his thickness felt like it was tearing you in half and he was not even a couple of inches deep yet. He didn’t move at first, allowing you to feel and get used to it as he peppered wet kisses along the crock of your neck, his eyes trained on your every reaction in the mirror.

Seconds later the stingy pain started to fade and was suddenly replaced by a new found sensation, a different kind of pleasure you’d never experienced before burning through your veins as your hole settled him in.

It was raw, primal, blinded and flooded your senses in sheer lust.

Noah pushed deeper and a long animalistic moan erupted from your chest, your cheeks flushing in a dark shade of pink as your face contorted in bliss.

His digits sunk in your flesh as he shifted his attention between watching your fucked out face in the mirror and his thick cock disappearing into your tight hole, the feeling of it swallowing him deeper into you making him grunt and struggle to keep his restraint under control as he too was high in pleasure, transcending with the realization that you were his, only his, fully his.

“Fucking mine”

Once you got comfortable and confident he fucked you rough, raw, your ass colliding against his hip bones with each thrust, nasty moans and unintelligible profanities being spilled out from both of you as his length was now all the way in your ass.

It felt wrong and wicked, but the idea that he was ruining you with each pound, fucking you like a filthy whore, got you spiraling over the edge in a new found layer of lust as you now had no control over how loud you were being at that point, completely tamed by how hot it all felt, how amazing he was making you feel.

Your legs started to falter as your orgasm grew hot and strong, coming in a violent and uncontrollable wave. Seeing the way you were about to fall into pieces, Noah’s hands left your ass cheeks and moved up your body, one entangling in your hair as the other moved towards your mouth, pushing two of his fingers against your tongue, forcing you to open your mouth wider as he now fucked you in an unholy rhythm.

Feeling and watching him all over you, overpowering you, desecrating you, made your body tremble violently as your climax washed away all of your senses, deafening and blinding you as your body melted under his control.

Noah embraced you in his arms to keep your body from collapsing and your legs from giving in as he now pursued his own high, which didn’t take many seconds after yours to strike him as he was desperate to cum at that point, crazed by all of you. He crushed your body between his strong arms as he came inside your ass, releasing all his spent in long and thick hot spurts, his body twitching against yours as he did so.

“I love you so much” He whispered before pulling out of you, and you immediately felt his cum start to ooze out of you down your legs.

He kissed you tenderly and then proceeded to turn on the bathtub’s faucet, filling it.

He knew you couldn’t move from the sink where you were still standing by, exhausted and overwhelmed by the newly found sensations and experiences, so he lifted you up on his arms and walked you to the bathtub, carefully setting you down in it, your muscles instantly reacting to the amazing feel of the hot water engulfing you.

Noah took his place behind you in the tub and pulled you closer, nestling you in his arms as he kissed your temples.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His voice was laced with concern.

“I’m more than okay” You looked up to meet his eyes, reassuring him “And I loved that you were the one to do it to me”

He smiled proudly and tightened his arms around you.

“The one and only” He giggled “Like I said: you’re mine”

[rafesgoldrings]

Drew Starkey characters

Rafe Cameron

* indicates smut 18+ ONLY

Imagines

One Hell of a Night* (ft Poly!Kook Topper and Kelce)

It’s strictly platonic between you and the three kook boys to anyone else, but when you’re alone it’s a totally different answer. A daunting game of cat and mouse lands you in an interesting position one Friday night.

Sex Tape* (Cam boy!Rafe AU)

Rafe agrees to let you be in one of his shows on the agreement he gets to make a sex tape with it…turns out you like being the slutty star of the show

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy* (Cowboy!Rafe AU)

When you see that Rafe Cameron is looking for new ranch hands, you jump at the opportunity. You’ve heard the rumors about him being a cowboy casanova and plan on keeping it professional, but his blue eyes and thick southern drawl make it harder than you planned

Throat Training*

Rafe really likes training your throat hoping that one day he can use it to his full advantage

Let Me Help* (ft Topper and Kelce)

After hearing what JJ and Pope did to Topper, you decide to join in on the plan for revenge. Turns out you like seeing your boys get mean way more than you thought

Princess*

Rafe likes having your throat full. He also really likes making fun of you for it

Lines*

Rafe does lines off your tits

Blurbs

Rafe gets an idea when he sees your silk sleeping mask and it becomes a new thing for you two*

After care with Rafe

Rafe getting you all worked up and mocking your moans*

Car sex with Rafe*

Rafe gets a handjob after you get your nails done and loves how they look gripping his cock*

Rafe likes when you get off on his thigh*

Overstim! With Rafe*

Sub!Rafe*

Comfort!Rafe

“Shh shh baby, I know I know”*

Rafe makes sure you know how much he loves you

Angry Rafe using you to get his frustration out*

Rafe spanking you after you tease him all day*

Getting Rafe’s initials tattooed under your tits*

Mean sex with Rafe*

Rafe x Bimbo!Reader*

Rafe punishes you after you make a snotty comment about his…skills*

Giving Rafe road head*

Reassuring Rafe

JJ catching his kook gf giving Rafe road head*

Trophy wife!Reader

Original trophy wife request*

Rafe gets a blowjob while on the phone*

Rafe spoils you at the spa and finds himself roped into a couples massage*

Rafe fucks you on the new guys desk to show him who you belong since he doesn’t seem to understand*

Rafe buys you a diamond necklace with his name on it

Rafe takes care of the creepy guy that won’t leave you alone at work when things get physical*

Rafe finds your ‘toys’ and uses them against you…literally*

Showering with Rafe quickly turns sexual when he uses the showerhead to his advantage*

You’re jealous of Rafe’s newest business conquest*

The new guy at work treats you like shit not knowing who your husband is*

Rafe keeps his promise of making you beg after the events of the new guy disrespecting you*

Rafe with a breeding kink*

You get hurt at the office and Rafe panics (AKA hurt/comfort)

Teasing Rafe at a business dinner*

Rafe takes care of you while you’re on your period

Taking care of a coked out Rafe

Poly!Kook!Boys x Kook!Reader

How your relationship with the boys started

You tell Rafe he’s your favorite during sex, a little white lie doesn’t hurt anyone*

Growing tired of your bitching when they stop spoiling you for a few days, Rafe teaches you a lesson using his belt*

The boys find out you’ve been lying to them about who’s your favorite and plan their revenge*

The boys handle a pogue that made you uncomfortable. Nobody touches their girl and gets away with it

The boys have a game of who can make you come the most and the hardest, you find out and make your own game*

What the boys do when you take too much coke

The time Topper went too far against your boundaries and your other two boys took care of it (1/2)

The time Topper went too far with claiming you and Rafe got jealous* (2/2)

Pregnancy scare

The boys take care of you after you have a few too many drinks*

The boys doing lines off your body*

Cowboy!Rafe AU

Fluffy/flirty moments with Cowboy!Rafe

You pick flowers for Cowboy!Rafe after a long day at the ranch (blushy and shy Cowboy!Rafe)

[fullmoonandstar]

Nine Days in Hell

Chapter 2: The Lure

Raphael x afab!Tav Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Rating: R Word count: 1.4 k Cw: second-person perspective, sex acts mentioned (including hand on throat) Summary: Haarlep's frequent use of your form leaves you pent-up and frustrated, but Raphael offers a solution AN: you're welcome Part 1

You sat up straight, and your head whipped around to see bare chested Raphael in his human guise, a towel wrapped around his hips, closing the curtain behind him. A curse may have left your lips. 

You hated how charming his smile was. Even though you knew what he was, a part of you had a strange fascination with him. Today, however, his smile had a hint of annoyance to it, as if he didn't like being stood up. The devil was not happy that you had let him wait. Good.

"What do you want?" you asked coolly. "Actually, I don't care. Go bother someone else."

"My, my, aren't you ever the feisty little mouse," he purred. 

Raphael walked to the basin, turning his back to you and setting the towel aside before grabbing the ladle. 

"I'm just here to spend a refreshing evening at the bathhouse with an old friend," he said, meeting your gaze over his shoulder. You tried to look away, but the curves of his behind and broad back drew your eyes anyway. He dumped water on his shoulder, letting it run down his back, and your eyes followed. Even in his human form, his skin had a red tint to it that seemed unnatural. Raphael ached his back leisurely and a moan escaped his lips. You thanked the gods for the fact that he didn’t see your face when you heard his voice make such a scandalous noise, and prayed he had no way of knowing how pent-up you were. If anyone were to touch you in the right places, you would come undone in a heartbeat. After his lewd display, Raphael placed the ladle back in the basin and turned around. You averted your eyes. 

"Come now, pet, what's the matter with the false modesty?" he mocked.

The water rippled as he joined you in the pool and sat down next to you. It was true that you had indulged Haarlep at the House of Hope, but you only remembered fragments, glimpses of ridged red skin, wings and horns and unparalleled ecstasy. Seeing them in their glamour and seeing Raphael were two different things. 

"I just don’t care for unsolicited dick."

He laughed. 

"What do you want, Raphael?" you asked again, getting annoyed with his antics real fast, and looked at him, making a point of only looking at his face. He did not return then favour.

 His brown eyes racked over your body, and you felt exposed under his gaze and fighting the urge to cross your arms over your chest. You had seldom experienced feelings of inadequacy, but in upon your return to the city and your constant state of arousal, you had noticed the way others looked at you. The ladies of the city were all slander arms and legs, unblemished skin and graceful movements. You had been a soldier, a paladin, for the better part of the last decade and none of those applied to you. Your life had left scars on your body and face, your arms and legs were built to swing swords, hold shields and jump over charms. You had strength, but certainly not grace. And it all didn’t matter because Raphael was not here for any of that, he wanted something from you. 

"I already told you, soaking with good company." 

He smiled and said: "What better way to spend an evening than in the company of my most esteemed client. I always liked you, you know." 

"I stole the hammer from under you, and almost beat you to death."

"Yes, I remember. Why did you spare me?" 

His smile was pleasant, but the question was pointed. 

"Cut the bullshit." you snarled. "I know you're up to something. You always are. So, say your piece or fuck off. "

His eyes glittered with some emotion that you could not quite place. 

"Straight to the point as always," he said. 

"Fine, I'm here to make a deal."

You rolled your eyes. 

"I didn’t make a deal with you when the world almost ended, what makes you think I will now?"

"Because you won’t be able to say no." The smile on his handsome face got a cruel edge to it. 

"You should count yourself lucky I didn’t kill you when I had the chance, and I’m beginning to regret it," you snapped. 

"Get out of here. Leave." you waved in the direction of the door and added: "And tell that brazen Incubus of yours to stop using my form. What are they even doing?! Are they in a challenge to fuck all the nine hells!?"

A dangerous sparkle ignited in his eyes. You had said something that played into his cards. 

"That’s what incubi do, sweets. They are such greedy creatures, taking everything they can get their hands on, but don’t worry, there is a solution to your … situation." 

"If you think I’ll sell my soul in exchange for the incubus to stop, you are wrong."

"I would never ask such a thing," he exclaimed in fake exasperation, but then he leaned in so close you could smell his obnoxious perfume and purred: "But maybe we can come to an understanding."

You knew this was a manipulation, but If there was any way to end this, you should at least hear him. You were so tired, so emotionally drained, so desperate with a thirst you didn’t know how to quench, that you swallowed his bait, hook and all. 

"What do you suggest?"

"Give me a month." His voice quivered with excitement, and in his eyes burnt a dark fire.

"A month of what?"

"Of You."

That did not clear up your question. What did he want from you?

"A month of me?" 

A month could be ages in the hells, and your gut told you that there was more to this than he had said so far. He was so close, and you failed to will your body into not reacting. A drop of water ran down from his hair along the side of his face, guiding your eyes to his delicate neck, broad shoulders and firm, round chest. You balled your hands into fists to keep them from creeping up to feel the hard muscles burn under your palms. All of this was a ruse, even his handsome face was a trap. He already knew that you had a weak spot for him, and you wouldn’t let yourself be exploited like this. 

"No," you said finally. An amused smile bloomed on his face, as if this was a joke you had shared before.

"You drive a hard bargain, as always, but maybe I can convince you yet. It would be sad to see you suffer so deliciously without any purpose." 

He leaned back, giving you a bit more space, and you took a deep breath to calm the stirring in your stomach. Raphael waved his hand and a bunch of paper pieces appeared in it. 

"Maybe you need a bit of inspiration, as to what this month could entail. "

He held the papers out for you. The top most page was a sketch, and you needed a moment to decipher the lines, but then it was like a punch in the gut.

The sketch was a top view of a devil, presumably Raphael in his true form. He was on all fours, his wings were half open, as if to shield for the outside. He was on top of someone, but their face was obscured by his massive body, only the small hands that clutched helplessly at his back and their point of contact was visible. His powerful, thick thighs spread their legs open, and he was buried deep in the folds. You could almost feel the movement, the hard thrusts bringing you closer to a release. 

With shaking hands, you took the sketches from his grasp and looked at the next one. 

This one showed, in first-person perspective, Raphael’s head between the legs of a woman. His big, clawed hands held her legs open and his tongue was working her bead. His eyes burned into you with such intensity, it made you shiver. This would be the view you would have if he ever was to do that with you. 

In the next one, Raphael sat against a wall, his wings relaxed as he looked seeming into the face of the person on his lap. Only the woman's back was visible as she sat on his lap like on a throne, his hands almost encircling her hips completely and supporting her movement.

The last sketch made you yelp. 

The woman was lying on her front and Raphael was on top of her, entering from behind, pressing her body into the mattress. Her face was contorted in a mask of pain and pleasure, with his hand securely around her neck. Around your neck. 

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[incorrectshantaequotes]

so uh. I was in a very artsy mood today as it turns out and ended up going "screw it, I'm going to draw a bunch of Reversal AU stuff"

so - here's the Reversal AU stuff I drew!

first off, the Kelp Tangler! you may or may not recall that I did some sketches for Risky's first four constructs before, so today I decided to tackle the rest of Risky's required constructs! not counting her equivalent for the Fusion Transformations, because, uh...I genuinely still don't know how the hell those are going to work. so, these are Risky's equivalent of the crab, mermaid, and mouse transformations respectively

the Kelp Tangler in particular is Risky's equivalent to the crab transformation - and since in terms of game canon the crab transformation is PROBABLY going to come before the mermaid transformation (though obviously we won't know for sure until Shantae Advance actually releases), I drew it first! the Kelp Tangler more or less acts as a scuba suit for Risky, breaking apart to form around her, with the "arms" going through the rocks on the top of the head to form little kelp propellers! had those rocks on the base of the arms at first and then I realized "this just looks like Regieleki" so I moved the rocks to the top of the head. anyway - besides that, the Kelp Tangler can also squeeze into small crevices to grab things Risky otherwise couldn't get herself

next up, the Coral Diver! this guy is the equivalent to the Mermaid transformation, and he DOES have a few differences to the Kelp Tangler, mainly in their exact purpose underwater. the Kelp Tangler is better for exploration, giving Risky her own air supply and all, whereas the Coral Diver...isn't the best at that, since it CAN'T give Risky her own air supply, but it can get her through the water WAY faster than the Kelp Tangler can. it does this by shooting water jets out of its fingers and weird coral shrimp horse legs, which it can ALSO use as an attack or, alternatively, to power things that need some form of running water on the surface

and for the last construct - though not the last sketch here - we have the Root Lobber! this is a similar case to the Lava Blaster, where it's TECHNICALLY the equivalent to the mouse transformation, but has a much different functionality. Its first use is its ability to dig through soft ground via its root legs, and its second, far more INTERESTING use is its ability to lob little fruit minions to places where Risky can't reach and have them retrieve things she couldn't otherwise grab

NOW we get to the last sketch, that being...Nega Risky! Though I DO have a better name for her now, which I will henceforce be using to refer to her from now on - Another Risky. doesn't have the same gravitas as Nega Shantae, I'll admit, but one thing I feel would be a bit more emphasized with Another Risky is that she is just. really fucking creepy. call it the result of Reversal!Risky's more tumultuous relationship with her magic compared to Shantae in canon, at least in the beginning. Another Risky as a name just fits the feeling of "there is SOMETHING wrong here" a lot better than Nega Risky.

aaaaaaaaand adding to that feeling is that Another Risky would NOT actually summon the constructs in her boss fight! no no, she's made of MAGIC, and therefore doesn't have any physical limitations...so she more-or-less partially morphs INTO the constructs, which you can see with the heads I designed there. guh. Risky would have nightmares about this thing LONG after the Reversal AU equivalent of Risky's Revenge...and also a few ideas, way in the back of her mind, which she'd end up using in Pirate's Curse, but that's a story for another time

so, yeah, hope you all enjoy!

[lilliancdoodles]

My most updated Family Tree!! (Version 4)

Translations for Spanish, French, Portuguese, and Korean under the cut, as well as what has changed since Version 3.

Spanish, Portuguese, French, and Korean respectively. (God I hope the korean is right, I used google translate and screenshot the text and traced it. o-o")

Changes!! (for anyone who cares)

added the Koreans! I know we're getting more I'll add them when we get them

I updated Ramon's design again cause i didn't like the last one. I gave him ram like horns and a better mustache. I also removed the Pac-Man from his scarf, cause I want it to be on his sleeve. So he still has one, it's just not visible here.

Updated Mouse's hair from the twin drills to more fluffy pig tails.

Changed Cellbit's shirt from his green jacket to the tank top. He also isn't smiling anymore. Purgatory fucked him up :(

Completely re-did Tubbo. I took how I drew him in the Fit's Family animatic thing I did and changed his fit.

Re-covered Richas' eyes. He just looked off with eyes so I took them back.

[seriously-mike]

Is There Something Flux Cannot Do?

Yes. A fucking lot.

Even with the improved dictionary that correctly parses a lot of stuff and a data model that finally can draw someone holding a weapon mostly correctly (70% of the time, it works every time!), forcing anything resembling an art style out of Flux is a pain in the ass.

It boggles the mind why the fuck that ornery bastard software has so much difficulty imitating stuff that's been in the public domain long before it was established. I tried the major names, Leonardo, Rembrant, Vermeer, Delacroix, and got shit. The best I could get was some vaguely 19th century pap and hyper-realistic 1950s poster work, and that's mostly thanks to the face-swapping workflow that I'm using. Who the fuck would be bothered about training the data model the basics of art history, digital reproductions of which are either under CC or Public Domain licenses? While still, fucking still replicating people's digital signatures on stuff rendered in generic digital painting style that might have been drawn by anyone and everyone?

It still doesn't do vampires. That portrait of a woman with moon in the background was supposed to depict a vampire. The SD1.5 face swapper failed miserably, of course, I know, but neither Flux nor SDXL could draw vampires with fangs correctly, either.

It wipes the fuck out on all attempts of drawing remotely furry stuff. Ask for a realistic animal, you'll get it. Ask for a cartoon animal, you'll get it. Ask for a fantasy painting of a chinchilla barbarian in a crown... Oh Jesus fucking Christ, you have to see that abomination yourself to believe it, and that's the absolute fucking best I could squeeze out of that algorithm.

On the left, you have a DALL-E 3 rendering that I used for one of my song covers. That is very much a chinchilla. Dressed as a barbarian. Triumphant. Holding a sword. And it even has a fluffy tail.

On the right, you have Flux. A very apt name, because it looks like an explosion of runny shit. It's dysentery, it's bloody diarrhea, it looks like a lot of things, maybe a mouse, maybe a Tasmanian Devil, maybe your neighbor too. It can hold a sword, sure. But even considering that machines don't have fantasy, whimsy or imagination, DALL-E 3 is still able to put together something that looks as ridiculous as an average user wants: that guy's a beefcake, but he's also fluffy. Flux drew something overly aggressive, mangy and overweight.

It can't do NSFW. The publicly available online implementations already block NSFW words in the prompt and throw an unbelievable shit-fit every time, just as expected, but if you try doing some horny art on your home install... I can't post an image, but I will describe it to the best of my ability. If you're lucky, you're gonna get weird pasties in place of nipples. If not... you'll get clown noses. I mean, fuck. I have no idea what they did to that algorithm, but imagine your nipples being replaced by weird, shiny, squishy red spheres looking like cherry tomatoes or rubber balls. I wish I was fucking joking.

It can't do celebrities. It knows an approximation of Marilyn Monroe and that's it. It can't do Keira Knightley, it can't do Jenna Ortega, it can't do Timothee Chalamet, it can't do Tom Holland, it can't even do that posturing old bitch John Wayne. Imagine this: you get the first version of an algorithm that can draw hands and feet correctly more often than all the previous ones combined without being blackboxed on some corporate server farm, and to draw the likeness of any celebrity, even a long-dead one, you have to fall back on the rickety old tech that is now a laughingstock even among the laymen, because that one at least knows how Elvis looks.

Plus, those are two results of asking Flux for a fat old Elvis. It literally can't draw a fat Elvis with sunglasses on. Remove the sunglasses from the prompt and bang: banana and bacon sandwich overload.

It doesn't do body jewelry, and to a degree even larger than the previous versions of Stable Diffusion. At least those could do several earrings at once, and Flux either doesn't do that at all, or I don't know the magic word. "Multiple earrings" doesn't work, and I got it on one picture where I haven't even asked.

I also caught it doing some weird Midjourney kind of bullshit. Like, ask it for a Pepsi can, and you'll get a Pepsi can looking like it was freshly fetched from Google Images. But to get a parody or at least a pastiche of a Pepsi can, you can't say "Pepsi". The prompt to get the design on the right is:

photo of dark blue drink can with round wavy red and blue logo above the word "benzi"

If you're familiar with the "Bepis" meme, you know what to do with the name. If not, it's still a good name for a drink if you're marketing it in Europe: "Benzi-Cola: the fuel for you!" But still, with the pointers of the logo being round, wavy, red and blue, sometimes it tries to avoid violating the trademark, while other times it... doesn't. The legal department is going to have a lot of fun with this one, again.

Also, like I said, that data model is MASSIVE. The first version was about 24 gigabytes in total, they first slashed it down to 16 gigabytes so it runs on higher-end video cards without problems (if you don't try rendering four images at the same time, because then it's gonna go tits-up anyway), and now they're aiming for 8 GB, unfortunately, not compatible with cards that have 8 GB because they're too old already.

[dailysanta]

hi i cannot BELIEVE you drew santa as a mouse because the in joke with me and my friends is that santa used to be a lab rat that turned human and i thought that was just us. i think im gonna explode about this /positive

oh you made a mistake wandering into my askbox because i have Thoughts about how santa is mousecoded. mousepilled if you will. if i had to pick an animal.

this will probably get into direct spoiler territory for the original 999 so ill dump it below the cut

if you go through door 6, the engine room, about halfway through the puzzle you'll get this dialogue:

Ace: What could be causing this, I wonder. Illness, perhaps? Santa: Nah, it's gotta be exhaustion. Santa's response was confident and certain. Santa: She gets dropped into some weird-ass ship... Santa: ...Forced to play some messed-up game... Santa: If you think about it, it's a lot weirder that we aren't freakin' out just like her, you know? Ace: So you're saying we're...abnormal? Santa: Yeah. Santa: We're just running around this room, solvin' all these puzzles like it's just business as usual. Santa: How the hell could you call that "normal"? Santa: We're just guinea pigs. Santa snorted in disgust. Junpei: A guinea pig... You mean like a lab rat... Junpei: You mean we're being used for some sort of experiment? Junpei: Is that what you're saying? Santa: Dunno. Santa: But...it does seem like a possibility, you know?

BUT if youre on track to the safe end, youll get this extra dialogue too:

Santa: You know, speaking of experiments... Santa suddenly stopped. Santa: There was this experiment some scientists did with rats...

i wont include ALL the rest of it because then i'd be here all day but the transcripts are up on gamefaqs. go give the full thing a read if you want a refresher, but this is one of my favourite santa moments in the game. the reason why is because of these two little moments:

Ace: Are you suggesting something like...telepathy? Ace: They were passing information to one another through some undetectable medium? Ace looked skeptical. Santa snorted at him. Santa: How the hell would I know? Santa: I'm not any kinda scientist. I dunno what made 'em do that... Santa: ...But I do know that story's true, and if you've got another explanation, I'd sure love to hear it. Ace: ...

^ very funny to me knowing that santa is probably just fucking with him.

and then, VERY SPECIFICALLY THE LINE:

Santa: That's why the rats had to drown. They had to be in danger. There had to be an emergency for inspiration to emerge.

because THAT is directly alluding to the first nonary game, and the prerequisites hongou needed to access the morphogenetic field. santa here is likening all the participants of hongou's game to lab rats.

there are some very fun animal motifs in the 999 cast. snake (snake) and june (rabbit) are super obvious. ace is sometimes likened to a lion. but santa being compared to a rat or mouse is one that flew under the radar for me on my first few playthroughs and yeah ok this was really just an excuse to talk about animal motifs in 999 but listen im so normal about santa hes just some guy

[spookuzm]

I'm bored so I drew Fell Sans on MS Paint in different art styles.

I'm definitely not obsessed with him. You and your accusations >:T /lh

[luckyplushy]

A look back on my old art (and other doodles on Twitter.) - December 2020

This marks the FIRST post of many I will make detailing my old work. I'm gonna start posting these weekly as to make it easy others AND for me. And what better way to start it off by the month I finally got a tablet. (and turnt 18 too I guess)

I was not a smart 18 year old, I some how barely survived the last 2 years of high school, and this and the next would become the worse it ever got. Yet I still persisted and somehow stay sane. Kinda. Keep that in mind for the bulk of 2021's art in the following weeks.

December 4

As you can see from the first image, I was using a mouse at the time (and a combination of mspaint and firealpaca) That will change soon enough. Also homestuck =:3

Original descriptions:

I saw this and I thought I can use this as an excuse to actuallly draw homestuck

have this nepeta doodle as well

December 6

At the time I was really obsessed with making homestuck sprites of stuff (and I still kinda do) so I made this at a request of a friend at the time.

Original description:

@SpringingTraps made me draw metaware homestuck

December 8

Why did I even included this post in here? Well I used to be SUPER inconsistent how I draw myself, so thought this would be a good start.

Original description:

i found that pettting gif website...

December 11

I'll be honest, I wish I didn't post this back then. IDK it's kinda weird looking back on now.

Original Description:

It's #FlatFuckFriday AND my birthday??? Fuck yeah!!! 🥞

December 18

I'll be honest. I have no idea how I did THIS with a mouse of all things. Like how did I do it. In MSPAINT no less. Also I have no idea why I drew myself like this here.

Original Description:

fucking around with faking line weight, so glad I don't have to do this shit when I get a tablet

December 20

Oh look Cave Story, one my earliest obsessions. When this drawing came out, I already have long since moved on from it, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate it.

Original Description:

16 years of #CaveStory =:]

December 22

Ah here we go, I finally got a drawing tablet. I got REALLY excited with the pen pressure that I kinda gone overboard with it, but it was nice to use one. (granted I forgot how to draw with a mouse now.) Oh yeah, if you notice a black line on the VERY top of some drawings, that was a bug with firealpaca. I kinda had to live with it for a while.

Original Description:

WOW HAVING PEN PRESURE MAKES A BIG DIFFFERENCE

This was the first real piece I did after getting a tablet. I'm quite proud of it. The context behind this image is kinda funny really. A server I was in was doing a collab where we drew UCN portraits of our OCs or Sona, and I drew something for it. Yes UCN, Ultimate Custom Night. I was in my second FNAF phase at the time.

Original Description:

Let the static flow.

December 23

At the time, I used to draw myself with sideburn thingies cause I thought it look cute, but I no longer do that. Also you might be noticing a large about drawing made in a short timeframe. Well I have an explanation for that. You see, I sometimes get hit by these bursts of productivity and I can draw super fast. Sometimes these bursts happen at random, but in this case it was because I gotten a new tablet and new ideas where flowing.

Original Description:

This was supposed to be a sketch...

I HAVE LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS. I was super obsessed with TGWeaver's FNAF comics. It was why I gotten back into FNAF around 2019. But I was fascinated with Toy Bonnie at the time, to the point I started drawing her on the daily. I started using her as an avatar for myself online. It was when I saw a post on tumblr where something made a kinsona when it clicked for me. This rabbit holds sooooo much gender. 🏳️‍⚧️ Thus ended 5 years of denial over my gender.

Original Description:

some weaver buns

December 24

I tried drawing myself with my hair down here. I didn't like it then. I got better at drawing my hair down though. I was this file was named "cel test" for some reason.

Original Description:

It's me!

December 25

Remember when I said I was inconsistent, here an example. I dislike how this turned out then, I STILL do now. The only thing I do like? This was when I started to shade in this particular way. Also at the time I was worried about being too slow, which is funny when I was posting so many things at once. But also the filename was "the crunch" which is less funny and more worrying.

Original Description:

I need to learn how to do this faster

December 28

Oh look a Commission! There's nothing special to say about this.

Original Description:

Shaded commission for @Bunnydudee of Carmen from Animal Crossing!

December 29

THAT'S RIGHT I DREW SONIC.EXE BEFORE IT WAS COOL. Jokes aside, this post was more so for Tails Doll. I loved drawing that little bugger in the most pathetic and dorky way possible.

Original Description:

Tails Doll's roommate is a wacknut

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FINALLY we made it thru December. Goodness I posted alot more often back then huh. Kinda surprising. Anyways next week I'll post January!

[aurora567]

Little Mouse Ch. 17

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.

Summery: Rin meets some of some of the eight bullets and most importantly she meets Eri.

Word Count: 6231

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Well not one part of that conversation had gone the way Rin anticipated for it to. And oddly, she found Overhaul a harder person to understand, he confused her all the more as she talked with him. Like he came himself to try and sooth her? Okay sure she was acting like a spoiled kid but still. The head of the Yakuza surely wouldn’t come talk with some random woman just to try and be polite. He didn’t strike her as that kind of person to put others above himself. No he did it to try and gain something. But what? Surely he wouldn’t tell her if she asked. He made it clear already he only answered her questions that he wanted to answer and ignored the others.

“Well I’m sure you're a busy man with being such a young head of a Yakuza group. I think I’ve taken up enough of your time,” that was her professional voice and way of telling him to leave. The few short months she spend working at the hospital had taught her very quickly how to remain sounding calm and professional while telling people to fuck off. And she did not hesitate to use that skill now while talking with the man in front of her.

And apparently that tone of voice did not go unnoticed by Overhaul as Rin watched his eyes squint a little at her. His lips pressed together and he seemed to be trying very hard not to just snap at her.

“Fine, I will leave. But I expect this childish behaviour of yours to end. Dinner will be brought up within the hour. If you do not wish to see me a second time tonight I would suggest you eat,” his voice was calm and cold as he glared at her with those bright gold eyes of his.

“Fine. But remember Overhaul remove the camera from my room or I’ll do it myself and you will not have working cameras any more,” she growled, refusing to back down. Which in turn stirred a number of different feelings within Kai as he watched the woman stand before him and cross her arms over her chest. No one ever threatened him. His natural reaction was to lash out. But he had no desire to actually hurt her, which also irritated him. What was it with this annoying woman that drew him into her? He had to know the answer.

“Do whatever you wish after all as I have said before you are not a prisoner. You're here as a loyal dog to Shigaraki. Just remember if you leave I no longer have to hold up my end of the deal,” was the threat he gave before he turned and left the room not allowing her to say anything to the rude comment or the threat.

She felt like ripping her hair out as her fingers roughly ran through her hair and over her scalp as she growled to herself. What an asshole. She almost wanted to chase after him and chew his ass out. First off she was no one's dog, there was nothing stopping her from walking out that door and through Overhaul's little secret base and out into the world. Actually now that she paused for a second there really was no reason for her not to leave. She could leave Overhaul and Shigaraki behind. Return home, pack her bags and just leave the country. Why not? What was keeping her in this hell hole?

She almost didn’t even realize she had reached for the door handle before she found herself pausing. Leaving would mean she wouldn’t see Dabi again. Not Toga, Twice or Mr. Compress. Why did that thought make her hesitate so much? Why did that thought make her chest hurt? Dragging her feet she moved over to throw herself onto the bed face first with a groan. Overhaul was right, she was a loyal dog after all. She wouldn’t be able to bring herself to leave and disappoint those she valued. Though when in the world did she become attached to a bunch of villains?

Ugh all these confusing feelings were making her head hurt and her chest ache at the reminder she couldn’t see any of them any time soon. She wondered if Dabi was even aware that for the last twenty four hours she had been gone. Did he know? Or better yet did he care? She could just imagine him shrugging his shoulders at Kurogiri for informing him that she had left under orders of Shigaraki to deal with keeping Overhaul happy. Hmmm sent from one man child to the next, she really was starting to feel like a full time babysitter.

The red head remained face down across the bed till a simple knock informed her that her dinner had arrived. Slowly she forced herself to crawl off of the bed to turn around in time to watch Chrono’s take the cart of old food out. The smell of warm fresh food had her mouth water and her stomach angerly growling at her. There was no way she was going to let this meal go to waist as her stomach demanded food. Still she was reluctant as she walked over to see what was on her menu for food. Rice and curry was what greeted her as she looked down at the dishes on the cart. It smelled like heaven as she grabbed the plate and started to dig into the meal. Not over the top spicy but it still had a nice flavour and bite to it. Might not have been a five star meal but it was still incredibly good.

Once she had emptied the plate she walked back over to sit down on the bed with a nice sigh feeling much better than she had all day long. Still she felt restless, or maybe it was just boredom that she was feeling? Either way she had no idea what to do with herself now that she wasn’t pacing or stuck in her own mind.

She found herself glancing over at the door. It wasn’t locked, never had been. She was willingly staying in the bedroom like a caged bird. Sure Chrono’s told her not to leave but if they truly didn’t want her to go walk around they would have locked the door. Right?

Now it was curiosity that drove her to get up and walk towards the door. Well the door knob didn’t burn or electrocute her so she took that as a good sign when she turned it and slowly opened the door before ever so carefully poking her head into the hallway. Of course it was empty just like when she was brought to the room. She gave it a solid minute before she slowly stepped out into the hallway. Well no one had come to stop her so then she must be allowed to leave the room. Now to head left or right? She completely wasn’t sure which way to go but after a second of thought she figured she didn’t want to go back the way she came. So instead she headed to the left and continued down the hall figuring she may as well try and explore the place. Though trying to remember the way she came from was going to be a problem. But oh well that was a concern for later.

Hall after hall were all white, nothing changed they all seemed to be so similar. The odd doors were all that lined the walls. Her sneakers squealed softly against the tiled floor beneath her as she walked. That noise filled her ears as it was the only thing that broke the heavy silence. It was surprising she had not encountered anyone yet. It felt kind of odd. It was a group right? So there had to be a number of people who worked for Overhaul besides the two she had met earlier. How many men had there been when she first encountered the group? She couldn’t remember everything that had happened as she had turned her attention to Compress. But still did the entire gang just hide in one of the rooms she never looked into?

Finally the heavy silence was broken with what sounded like talking? Was it people or a tv? She wasn’t sure but she was silently very happy to learn that the building wasn’t some weird abandoned place. Letting her ears lead the way she wove through the empty hauls till she came to an area with a large archway entry. It almost looked like a living room. A tv sat along one wall while a large couch and a few smaller ones sat across from the tv.

Apparently those sitting in the room had not noticed her enter as she stood in the archway. Some extreme boxing match or something of that nature was on the tv, the two men sitting in the room bickered softly over said choice of the tv channel. They must have either felt completely comfortable that the place was safe or that they could beat anyone who attempted to attack them if they had not noticed her step into the room. Ugh she hated how her mind was starting to work, she was growing oddly paranoid for someone who wasn’t actually running from anyone. But still she was learning first hand what happened in the shadows and how quick or easily someone may want to try and kill you.

Both men seemed rather tall even though they were sitting down. The one had long shaggy light brown hair the other sported shorter spiked blonde hair. Almost reminded her of that school kid Shiggy kidnapped. But the hair was shorter and a slightly different shade not nearly as light.

“Are you going to continue standing there or join us?” The question came from the blonde; it was clearly not aimed at the man sitting beside him.

“What the hell?” The big man asked before turning his head at the blonde before cranking it further back to look at her. A plague mask just like Overhaul was wearing when she first met him though maybe not as decorated as this one just seemed solid black and large enough to cover his entire face.

“I was simply curious to see if I would be noticed. For Overhauls lacky I expected you to notice me sooner,” she said softly with a soft shrug of her shoulders as if she possessed some sort of new found bravery, or stupidity she wasn’t sure yet.

“I noticed you right away. But what’s a girl going to do?” Was the blonde insinuating she was weak? Yes yes he was. That had her lips press together unimpressed with his assumption.

“Why the hell did Overhaul bring some weak woman in?” The large brute of a man asked. She assumed it was a question meant for his blonde companion but still she snapped at him.

“You really shouldn’t assume someone’s weak just cause they are a woman,” she growled at the brunette. Which in turn just had him burst out in a hearty laugh. Was he mocking her? He must have been. Her glare became more intense as she watched him as he calmed down.

“Fine then prove to me you're strong,” he encouraged her as he stood up, actually turning to face her. Well fuck he was a hell of a lot taller and wider than she had first thought while sitting down. She almost cried out that she's a healer not a warrior. Damn she was really starting to sound like Shiggy.

“I’m not so stupid as to pick a fight I couldn’t win. You are not only taller and wider but I am aware you're stronger than me. I’m also unaware of your quirk. But based on the build of your body it’s most likely a close combat combatable quirk. Which would already put me at a disadvantage,” she said simply as she watched the man walk up to her. She literally had to crank her neck at a weird angle to look up at him.

“So you're weak and scared,” he said simply, still just completely irritating her. Which had her nearly snarl at the man. Clearly he was not the brightest light bulb in the room.

“Rappa. If you hurt her, master Overhaul will be very mad with you,” the blonde was quick to warn his large friend about how his actions may bring on the wrath of their leader. Though hearing that warning only seemed to excite the large man before her.

“Maybe he will fight me again then,” the brunette called out before attempting to reach out and grab her. His large arm had been aimed to sweep her waist up and toss her over his shoulder. But Rin had been quick to jump away having been expecting him to lash out much earlier.

“I’m a doctor not a fighter. And I was sent here on Shigaraki’s orders. Fighting with you would bring shame to Shigaraki,” she said, trying her hardest to backpedal her way out of this fight.

“Come Rappa you would win that fight without any effort. You heard the woman, she is smarter than you but not stronger. You would find it too boring fighting her,” the blonde said, trying to coax the big fella back to his spot on the couch where they had been before she had interrupted them. Though a sudden idea did come to her. If the man was accustomed to fighting close combat he may make a good training partner. If he didn’t kill her first at least.

She slowly followed the two before taking a seat at a completely different couch before once again looking at the tv taking in the sport channel they were apparently on.

“Let me guess the big guy picked the tv station?” She asked with a glance at the blonde man. Who simply nodded his head.

“I guess I should introduce myself since I’m probably gonna be stuck here for a while. Rin Nakano,” she said with a bow of her head as both men looked at her a little oddly. What? Was it the fact she had chosen to join them? Cuase fuck watching guys beat the shit out of each other was still better than staying in her room. Or was it the fact she was trying to be polite now?

“He is Kendo Rappa, and I am Hekiji Tengia,” the blonde said, introducing both of them. Now she took a moment to take them both in. The blonde was dressed rather traditionally for this day and age. It seemed rare to see people casually wearing yukata and geta on their feet. Though his closed eyed gaze was oddly off putting. Maybe he was the most dangerous one out of the two. Sure Rappa seemed strong but he was stupid. For all she knew he could just swing those large fists wildly and have no real strategies which would be harder to predict but as long as she avoided being hit she could out think him. But the blonde was clearly smarter. And that could be even more dangerous.

Rappa no longer seemed interested in her as he was zoned in on the fight going on on the tv. And so Rin let the conversation die not really caring if she attempted to carry on. These were not her friends or comrades. But still some human interaction was good for her. This was still better than being stuck in her bedroom doing shit all. So she would suck it up and watch the match. Though it became very apparent quickly that Rappa was far more entertaining to watch than the actual fight itself. The man got so worked up watching the match. And it was clear he had actual training for the sport. He clearly knew the rules, criticized the fighters and bitched about how they can’t fight to the death. Great another person with a few screws loose. Though this one you may actually hear rattling if you shook his head.

“You seem to know a lot about the sport. Are you a really big fan?” She asked simply, trying to look as innocent as possible as she softly tilted her head and smiled at the man. Though she was kind of digging for information. But this was actually something she wanted to know for herself. Some boxing training may not be bad for her. Though Rin was completely unaware of how shocked and mildly flustered the man became by her question and the look she gave him thanks to the mask he was wearing covering his entire face. Though that trick didn’t work as well on the blonde as he remained quite, simply watching her closely.

“I used to fight in an underground ring. Less rules and regulations. But it wasn’t as fun as I had wanted. I was too strong, could never let loose with my quirk,” yep that answered the questions she had. So he was indeed much stronger than herself. Though it was still a vague enough answer to not tell her what his quirk was, which she did want to know.

“Ah, that makes sense. You sounded too passionate to be just a regular fan. I figured you must have had some level of experience in the sport,” she said simply, still forcing the charming look over at the man. The blonde man though seemed stiff and had oddly remained quiet. He clearly didn’t trust her, though she didn’t trust him. Seemed they shared that mutual mistrust of each other at least.

And so that’s how she spent her evening watching between sports matches and Rappa’s excitement and energy. It wasn’t till she let out a yawn and stretched as she stood up that both men followed her to their feet. Which had the woman raise an eyebrow at them.

“You should head back to your room for the night. We can show you the way back,” the blonde said, answering her unasked questions since it seemed he was the only one who had noticed it.

“That would be nice. Cause to be honest I have no clue where I even am. I’ve only been here a day,” she said, falling into step behind the two men allowing them to lead the way through the wide halls back to her room. To which both left her without a word before retreating back down the hall.

“Well that went better than she expected,” she hummed to herself as she walked into the room. Locked off her pants she had been wearing and crawled into bed. Not like it mattered if Overhaul caught a quick peek at her panties. The man had fucking bought them he knew exactly what she was wearing surely. Once in bed her bra quickly joined the pants before she happily relaxed curling up in the warm sheets and letting her mind go blank as sleep took over.

The next morning Rin was woken by the knocking at her door before Chrono’s wheeled the food cart into her room. Ugh it felt too early for her to be getting up but the smell of food was too enticing. With half lid eyes and messy red hair Rin sat up turning a glare at the man who didn’t say a word before he turned and left her room closing the door behind him. Of course the man didn’t say a word to her just left the food and got the fuck out of her room as if she was some diseased ridden rat.

Even those two men she had met the night before had talked to her more than Chrono’s had in the last few days she has spent as their captive or guest as overhaul would correct her. Though she still felt like she had no say in any of this. But hey at least she wasn’t eating cold microwaveable meals. Thinking about food had her stomach growl as she wrapped the blankets around her as the clothes she had been wearing the other day sat on the floor by the bed. Everything but the panties she wore as she stripped them off once under the safety of the blankets from any prying eyes. Rin had completely grown accustomed to sleeping naked lately since clothes were not worth the hassle of putting on when she slept as Dabi would rip them off before she fell asleep and often once he was awake too.

But having to hide under the blanket was annoying as she grabbed the cart and pulled it over towards the bed and sat down to start digging into the large array of food and options. Some are traditional Japanese breakfast options, but then there was a plate of pancakes also available. It almost seemed like whoever was cooking her meals had no idea what to make her to keep her happy and so just made a ton of options. The pancakes looked good as she dug into them. Though a lot sweeter than she would typically eat for breakfast it was still nice for a change. Though it still didn’t sit well with her being watched. So of course as she ate the food her left hand raised up and out of the blankets as her middle finger on its own rose up alone. She was sure the man was watching to see if she would eat her breakfast and what she was eating. So she was sure that he was getting an eye full of her flipping him off. She could only hope it pissed him off.

Hmm maybe that is how she would spend her morning after eating. She ate a bit of almost everything before getting up off the bed. Still in the blanket she walked to the closet before finally deciding on a simply grey t-shirt and dark grey shorts. Seemed better than all the annoying looking dresses in the closet. Now that she was dressed she started to hunt along the walls and every corner. She was well aware cameras nowadays could be made incredibly tiny, which was going to make it hard looking for them by hand. But still she had to try as she hunted every inch of the room for a camera of some sort. Of course to her dismay she came up empty handed. Still she wouldn’t let it go, there had to be cameras or else Overhaul would have surely rebutted her claim at him watching her. But instead he admitted the compound was covered in cameras.

But she was just working herself into a sour mood as she growled unhappy at coming up empty handed on her search for the hidden cameras in her room. So what does the angry woman decide to do? Leave her room and hunt down Overhaul wanting to find him and once again she’s his ass out for watching her. Damn it she wanted privacy and the freedom to sleep naked without fear.

Turning the way which Chrono’s had brought her down she tried to remember the path they had taken the night she arrived and where the office room Overhaul had used was. After all, it seemed like that room was actually used. Though finding said room proved to be a bit more difficult than she expected as she aimlessly roamed the halls.

Maybe Lady Luck was on her side finally as she turned a corner and spotted the man she had been on the hunt for walking down the hall. She had not even noticed the man and child behind him as she simply stormed towards him.

“Overhaul we need to have a word,” she growled as she stormed up towards him before pausing as she finally noticed the man in a white coat with a plague mask sitting over his face hiding his identity. She paused and arched an eyebrow before she spotted the young girl. She looked no older than six, her arms and legs bandaged up and she seemed to be wearing a dress that didn’t look like it was much more than a potato sack. Chisaki was watching her reaction and quickly noticed the way the woman softened up and looked almost concerned for the kid in his man’s arms.

“Who’s the kid?” She asked as she stepped past Chisaki towards the poor idiot holding the kid, which had turned out to be Chrono’s but she was unaware of that. This seemed to draw the girl’s eyes over to look at the red headed woman. Or maybe it was the fact that the man holding her had stopped walking that had the scared looking girl blinking tear filled eyes over at the woman.

“Eri. But now is not the time Rin,” Chisaki growled, warning the woman but that wouldn’t stop her. An odd motherly instinct seemed to kick in as the woman stepped past Overhaul and towards Chrono’s who held the crying child.

So this was Eri? This was the kid Overhaul had said he wanted her to babysit. It was a young scared kid. But where the hell did he get a kid? Then again Rin truly feared the answer to that question.

“I’m here because you wanted a babysitter. Now hand over the kid,” she snapped at the dark haired man which had his eyes become slits as he glared at her. Poor Chrono’s was looking back and forth between them. Unsure if he should just hand over the child. And yet when he didn’t the glare he received was almost enough to make the man feel uneasy. His eyes darted back and forth though Rin couldn’t see it. And yet when she still demanded the child in her own arms she listened as Overhaul sighed before nodding his head at Chrono’s who slowly and hesitantly handed over the crying child.

“If you need us Overhaul I’m sure you’ll be able to come find us,” she growled before holding the poor child to her chest and turning on her heel to walk away from the two men leaving them standing in the hall watching her as she silently walked away.

“Why do you put up with her insubordination? The woman has no manners…” Chrono’s was complaining before Chisaki snapped at him mid sentence not having the patients any more to deal with the man’s complaint.

“Enough Chrono’s. What I decide to do about the woman is none of your concern!” Chisaki growled at the man who was one of a few people he would consider a friend. Which in turn had the man bowing his head at Chisaki.

“Sorry, please forgive me Overhaul,” Chrono said quickly as he bowed low to the head of the Shie Hassaikai. Chisaki didn’t say a word for the apology and instead turned to head back down the hall as he had been doing before the interruption. He felt the need to go for a bath needing to wash away the disgusting germs that felt to cling to his skin.

Rin headed back towards her bedroom not saying a word as she carried the poor child who didn’t say a word as her face was buried into Rin’s shirt. Trying to put as much space between herself and Overhaul before she tried to talk to the kid. Victims will almost never openly talk in front of their captures. Was it some motherly instinct kicked in or was this her hero training that kicked in as she fought the urge to run off with the kid in her arms. But that would not go over well, clearly the kid was important for something. But what? Rin didn’t have a clue but maybe she could find out from the poor kid in her arms.

Once the hallway became empty and no one seemed to be chasing her so she slowed down her quick pace looking down at the poor girl.

“Your name is Eri right?” Rin asked softly as she looked down at the girl hoping for an answer. Which she did get as the slightest bit of a head nod.

“That’s a very cute name. My name is Rin,” she said, her voice still nice and soft hoping to be able to coax the kid from her scared little shell.

“I’m going to be babysitting you for a bit,” she said after a second of silence as it seemed the poor thing was still scared. Her hands had tightly gripped at Rin’s shirt. Maybe it was her hero training that finally kicked into overdrive or some weird motherly instinct but she couldn’t in her right mind let the kid go. Her own arms tightened their grip softly on her.

“As long as I have you no harm will come to you,” she said softly as she felt the small body in her arms shake. Now where was her room? As much as she didn’t like the thought of locking herself away it was still the closest thing to safe space she had.

Finally finding the door she had left open so she knew it would be hers she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her softly before walking over and sitting down on the bed cradling the small body against her. Her right hand moved up to softly start petting the girl's hair trying to sooth her silent crying. Rin simply chose to try and wait for the girl to calm down on her own, unsure if talking in that moment would do her any good.

Finally her breathing evened out, her small body stopped shaking. Though the tiny hands never let go of her shirt. But still it was an improvement since she had nearly ripped the girl from Chrono’s arms.

“No,” the soft little angelic voice whispered which broke the silence as Rin’s hand paused before it continued to stroke the girl's long soft hair.

“No what? Eri?” She asked softly, unsure what the girl was talking about.

“No you’re not safe around me. Bad things happen to people,” The poor child cried which in turn just had the red haired woman hugging her even closer.

“Don’t worry Eri nothing bad will happen. I’ll be extra careful,” She whispered into the girl’s hair as she tried to soothe the crying child. Still, what did the kid mean? Was this a warning about Overhaul? If he was keeping the kid as a prison she must have been important to him for some reason. But what? Or why was she important? Did Overhaul kill anyone who tried to protect the girl or take her? Probably which meant she was going to need to be even more careful around the man.

“No it won’t be enough,” the child cried into her shoulder, completely pulling at every heart string Rin had.

“Don’t worry Eri I’m not as weak as I look. I used to be a hero. I can take care of myself and I’ll make sure to take care of you as well. You do not need to worry any more,” Rin said, trying her best to soothe the child.

“A hero?” Well at least that seemed to grab the kids attention and helped in keeping more tears from streaming down her face.

“Yep. I trained to be a hero. Still even have my license,” She said softly, rather happy to see that the poor kid was able to open up a little and seemed to be at least slightly distractible.

“But you're not anymore?” She asked softly, pulling away just enough to look up at Rin with her wide red eyes.

“No, I decided last year I wanted to help people in a different way. I joined the healthcare system. I help people when they are sick or hurt,” Rin said as she watched the kid look up at her with wide eyes. At least now the tears had stopped their free flowing down her cheeks.

“Are you hurt Eri?” Rin finally asked as she looked down at the bandages that wrapped around all four of her appendages.

“No,” That was the softest no Rin had ever heard which made her think the kid was lying. But getting rough to try and pull the bandages off of her or trying to push for the proper answer would not be a good idea with a child who was abused.

“Well if you ever hurt yourself you just come to me Eri. I’ll heal you up,” Rin said and actually had the side of the kids lips lifted up a little.

“And if anyone ever hurts you, you can tell me and I’ll make everything better,” She said though saying this didn't seem to be the best thing as the small smile vanished as fast as it had appeared. Eri wasn’t stupid, one glance around the baron room told her that this room held no familiarity to the woman she was holding on to for dear life. Did that mean they were in the same boat? The fear that the strange woman would endure the same treatment as herself had the young girl bursting into tears all over again which completely surprised Rin.

“No! No you can’t,” The girl cried as she looked up at Rin who was struggling not to let the shock show on her face, unsure of what upset the girl so much.

“It’s okay Eri. You don’t need to worry about me. When I say I’ll do something I will do it no matter what. So you don’t have to worry. I also have some very strong friends. They wouldn’t let anything happen to me either so don’t worry,” Rin said, giving the kid a reassuring soft smile. This seemed to calm the girl down a little bit at least allowing her tears to once again dry up.

Not wanting to push her luck Rin remained silent allowing the two of them to sit together just holding one another. This alone seemed to calm the kid down even more till her soft breathing told Rin that the kid had fallen asleep in her arms. A warm smile pulled at her lips as she hugged the kid. So sweet and so innocent, Rin felt the need to help her. But how? Taking the girl and running would surely be useless. Even if she could get herself and the kid out of the compound Overhaul would never let them get far. And fighting for her was really not an option. Shigaraki would also probably be pissed and see that as her betraying him. Even if she could find a cop or hero to help her, she would most likely be arrested. Rin needed to remain calm and collected thinking and acting rashly would only get her into trouble. She needed to think of a way out that won't get herself or the kid killed. This was far from an ideal situation. She was going to need time to think of a plan, but did Eri or herself have time? That was the most concerning question.

The two stayed that way even as Rin herself was drifting off to sleep before a knock and her door just swinging open to reveal Chrono’s started both of them awake, though one was more awake than the other.

“Get lost,” Rin growled at the man who just simply looked at her incredibly unimpressed.

“It is time for Eri to return to her bedroom,” Chrono said simply as he walked towards the duo which had the girl in Rin’s arms shaking.

“Touch her and I will gladly rip your hand off. Eri can stay in my room tonight. If Overhaul has an issue with that then he himself can come and pry her from me,” Rin stood her ground tightening her arms around the poor child she refused to give up. Which in turn had Chrono’s glaring at the woman. He seemed incredibly unhappy with her but Rin didn’t care. The stare down was on and she refused to lose.

“Fine. Is there any other information I should pass along to Overhaul as well?” His words couldn’t hold any more venom if he tried but it's not like Rin cared.

“Yeah I think Eri could use some new toy’s,” Rin said with a snort though she had no clue what toys the kid had but still she oddly said it anyways. With a simple nod of his head the man wordlessly left the two alone in the bedroom.

“See. I promised that I’ll protect you,” Rin said, nuzzling her nose into the kid's hair. Which in turn had the child instantly seem to relax a little more in her arms.

“How about we lay down in bed and enjoy this sleepover?” She asked a little worried she would otherwise fall asleep sitting up against her head board at this rate.

“Okay,” The girl said, crawling off her lap so the two could crawl under the blankets together as the young child once again snuggled up against her chest and held her shirt tightly as if Rin would suddenly disappear if the kid blinked her eyes.

“Good night Eris’s,” Rin whispered softly. There was a muffled reply which she assumed was a good night back but was too muffled by Rin’s shirt.

Next Chapter

[blood-and-pizza]

I wanna talk about a few of my fan animatronics for FNAF, so beware! LOTS of old fan art ahead:

Catie the Cat - my first FNAF OC, created all the way back in 2014. She went through multiple name changes before she finally got her current one. Originally conceptualized as a flirty, sultry lounge singer animatronic from the FNAF 1 era, she gradually evolved into a playful party girl who's an amazing vocalist AND a drummer. Catie is a light blue cat who originally did not have hair, but eventually gained golden blonde hair on her later iterations. Catie's playful nature has always been a part of her, charming both kids and adults alike. I admittedly haven't had the chance to develop her as much as I would like.

Brewster the Rooster - One of my more recent FNAF OCs from 2023. He was part of my Kawaii line of fanimatronics and was called "Brewster the Bishonen Rooster". Currently, Brewster has sort of become one of my favorite OCs, though I haven't done much with him. He's basically a character known for his good looks, and he's developed such an ego about it he literally thinks he's the main character of the universe. And he uses this information to be as sweet and kind and nice and helpful to everyone as much as possible. He's an egomaniac, but if he had a heart, it would be golden. He's a well-meaning himbo who has a secret love of disco music and calls people "dude" regardless of what gender they are. Oh, and his crow is terrifying as fuck and bone-chilling if he's hunting you down for some reason. If you hear him crow, he already knows where you are. Better run...

Monica Gator - I know, I know. I'm sure other people have their own Monica Gator fanimatronics. But I couldn't come up with a better name for this girl:

Inspired by Montgomery Gator and his awful relationship with Bonnie the Bunny, Monica has a love of rabbits. She thinks they're cute... and tasty, too! She also flirts with rabbit animatronics, but they're too terrified of what she'll do to them if they return her affections.

Pammy P. Parmesan - A mouse girl animatronic who's meant to be a female version of Chuck E. Cheese. Her restaurant, Pammy's Pizza Palace, was a rival to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Fazbear Entertainment ended up buying the rights to Pammy and her friends, which include Catie the Cat, Prissy Poodle, and Molly Mallard (formerly known as Dee Dee Duck). I drew art of the original Pammy P. Parmesan animatronic, who was injected with remnant and made to work as the janitor when the Kawaii animatronics with Berli Honeybear took over that location. I also drew a Glamrock version of her but it's kinda crappy to be honest, and I'd LOVE to redesign her.

There's also Kawaii Bonnet and Kitsune Foxy, who are both part of my Kawaii line of fanimatronics:

There are also three more characters I've mentioned before on this blog but haven't finalized designs for:

Melody and Harmony Pomene, Melissa Pomene's AI daughters from my Fazbear Estate AU, are supposed to have animatronic bodies at some point. But I haven't finalized designs for them yet. All I've come up with them is how they look as programs on a screen on Melissa's laptop:

Melody is on the left, and Harmony is on the right.

And the final character, one I truly haven't envisioned a look for... is Spring Chica, the springlock Chica the Chicken suit haunted by Fredbear's Family Diner's creative consultant, Francine Cantor, who got too close to William Afton and ended up dead for it. I've never drawn Spring Chica. I only know she wanted to kill William Afton and canonically doesn't get to... but in a Time Paradox ending she was successful and... well, I don't know what happens after that. Depends on how she decides to kill William.

Yeah, point is, I never came up with a design for Spring Chica. I should. I want her story to be realized in game form at some point.

[thenightlymirror]

Yesterday, we were laughing and useless from the very start. I was sort of glad she was there because, honestly, a lot less gets done.

With our coats on, we give Moulder and Scully vibes. Drew mentioned David Duchovny was another one of the rare men he found hot. We all agreed. Later, I said, “Nobody gets that many freebee’s! If you think David Duchovny is hot: you would suck a dick!” Then we laughed at how that sounded like a rant a thirteen-year-old would make.

We had a bunch of stones in the park to check out, and took the golf cart for its first ride. It’s like a Cadillac of golf carts. It has a windshield, a windshield wiper, a radio. It’s incredible. It was raining and entirely too cold. We went back.

She said, “My seat is wet.” I said, “I know. I enjoyed it too.” Haha

Buck stopped by our window.

“We’re going out to do some rubbings. I usually just do my rubbings in the park alone. She just watches.”

“Unless I’m doing the rubbings myself!”

“Then I watch!”

Buck was very confused.

We often mention how totally fucked we are if either of us decides we are sexually harassing the other. She is very adamant that she is not my boss. She’s kind of my boss, but not really. I mean, it certainly could be a hostile work environment if either of us was attracted to the other. Haha. I think we’re just a case of fast friends. I remember worrying slightly when she started training the memorialist at my old place that she seemed into me. But that hasn’t been a thing. You can tell when someone is into you. It feels horrible.

We went out into 13 to see if an installation had been set. I was walking on the unstable grass, rolled over my ankle, launched myself forward into the air. The way she saw it, I was walking behind her, and then was suddenly in front of her lying on my back, and once on the ground, further collapsed into complete relaxation, like a little death. She was trying not to laugh. I was not really hurt.

My ankle was stiff for the next 24 hours. After work, I did some shopping, then stopped at the beach to watch the tide roar in, and thought about standing on the dock and letting the ten foot waves pull me in. A painful way to die, getting slammed to the bottom and drowned. Best to jump in and breathe as much water in as possible. But my ankle was already sore, and pain didn’t seem very romantic in that moment. It was thrilling though.

Today, we were both inundated again with just how much work there is to do. The day before, she mentioned how freaked out her husband would be if he ever heard one of our conversations. You could sort of see her trying to account for our rapport to herself as well. That’s fine. Her dad is bipolar, and an alcoholic. I think that I’m bipolar, but safe, so it’s a bit of a headfuck in that regard. I think that’s the hook.

She brought a jalapeño croissant egg sandwich that her grandmother made specifically for me. Hell yes. She put another one in the fridge for Andrew, because she doesn’t like them. After she left for the day, I went out in the golf cart to the garage to check on a marker. For the second day in a row, one of the new groundsmen has called me specifically to inform me that he found a veteran bronze left on the floor in the garage under a bunch of debris. I could not find it this morning, but he had remembered more, and I found it. It was like he was calling in a side-quest. It was in a cardboard box under a bunch of mouse shit. From 2018. Good job, Sean.

Buck walked in, caught me on my way to the golf cart. We took a joyride around the park listening to yacht rock on the little radio. Buck was absorbed in the news that there had been a drone attack on the Kremlin, but he accidentally said “Crimea” at first, so I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. We essentially reiterated the entire conversation we had the first morning we talked, about the prospects for revolution in America. World news gets him worked up. I feel a little more like capitalism has seeped so deeply into the logic of every little thing that happens, that nothing really ever happens. The machine just makes a lot of noise as the parts loosen up and slam into one another as it wears down. Calamity can happen, must happen, but not because of any decisions anyone makes. We just don’t make decisions anymore.

That’s something along the lines of what I would have said, but I was mostly listening to Buck vent.

[worldofgoo]

yayayay yippee (≧◡≦) i love how vibrant & lively your art is, i think my fav pieces are Horse Surgery & hanyuu (even tho i have no idea who that is) but that one wip with the rainbow is also v ery special 2me because it reminds me of my fav kind of weather ^_^ generic Which Program Do You Use question & also which programs have you tried so far? which one would you recommend for someone whose only experience so far wiht digital art has been scribbling in ms paint -_-? on topic, what do you draw with (mouse, phone, drawing tablet, ??) & was it easy for you to get used to digital art? i always get overwhelmed by the amound of different functions available so im not sure where to even start, any advice? which physical art forms do you like / would you like to learn (anything at all, i personally have been getting into air dry clay... well actually ive been using my sisters playdoh but maybe ill purchase smthn fancier :3) & final question how do you come up with poses to draw? your characters (+creatures) seem very animated and i really like that :)

HI okay i guess ill answer these in a list. actually will put it under the cut since i ended up saying a lot (and dw i enjoy being able to talk a lot so thank you!)

-THANK YOU im glad some of my more recent works (in my more current style) are appealing 2 people! like i wanna draw my own way even though i think it gets less notes... the higurashi fanarts (hanyuu and shion) r very memorable pieces to me because its when i started doing the loose sketches with the thin lines and block colors and thats the direction i reallyreally wanted to take my style in. also the rainbow is rian my friend rian

-i draw in paint tool sai! the only program i used before that was sketchbook pro, which i didnt like because the brushes were kind of... blurry/smudgy? sai allows you to zoom in and draw pixel by pixel which is something i like, and i like the way it does its blending. its also just easier for me to understand. i didnt pay for it i think i found some deviantart page that had the link, id have to find it again

-i draw with a wacom intuos tablet! its lasted me... almost 10 years now. ive heard newer ones are poorer quality in terms of at least the nibs needing to be replaced constantly, so idk what the most recommended tablet these days is. ive drawn with my mouse and tbh it caused awful hand pain so i would not recommend this. i draw on my phone with my finger sometimes but i find doing it on my laptop easier, however it is doable once you get used to it

-the way i got into digital art... well. i still have an archive of my earliest art if you wanna see! i was 14 n just drew random shit, often lining over doodles i did on paper and coloring them in. i think esp if youre overwhelmed start with making like throwaway experimental pieces, scribble around, doodle stupid things and color them in with different brushes and see what you enjoy. and then you can just keep the files to yourself if they dont look too good or maybe itll look interesting, it depends i guess haha. the other thing that ive always found helped me was telling myself id draw every day even if it was a little scribble or the tiniest amount of work on a wip bc getting a habit going helped my art a Lot beause it helped me spend more time thinking n focusing on it

more specific advice for sai that i found useful- using clipping groups & the preserve opacity functions are both lifesavers in terms of not spending so much time trying to color in the lines. if you color in a base layer you can just put everything above it as a clipping group and just not worry about it anymore. i also really like using the filters (like multiply) to mess around with the colors a drawing has, though sometimes its more effective to just select a layer/individual color and fuck with the hue/saturation/etc until it looks good. when i color, esp when its not turning out how i wanted to, i rely on shifting colors A LOT. n also mixing colors together using a blending brush and then colorpicking the intermediate color. very useful

-for the most part i stick to uncolored pencil doodles on like, notebook paper (even though i have some fancy supplies X[ one day) but i LOVE making things with clay, wish it was more accessible to do at home. i have a handful of clay animal statues and stuff that i made in my ceramics class in high school. would looove to do more

-because my poses tend to be very pushed/cartoony using references of real people isnt always useful (though obv knowing the basics of anatomy always helps) so in those cases ill use other cartoony art i like as inspiration, i try to see what i like about their poses nd emulate that with my own. sometimes when im struggling ill just do a bunch of studies where i copy art i like to try to get a feel for what im missing. mostly ive realized i like when the pose conveys some level of like, volume and taking up a 3D space (which im still definitely not a master of but bullshitting it can be fun). and i also like to have a balance of curved and angular shapes. sometimes i try to just do a pose that conveys a specific emotion or i just make shit up lol

alsooooo i cant reccomend aimless doodling enough! just random shapes, turning the random shapes into creatures, trying and trying and trying different ways to draw something until you like it, i feel like the things my hand makes when i shut my brain off and just scribble can inspire me as well, and i try to emulate whatever i made by chance while doodling. and if your doodles turn out better in traditional i tend to consider using a photo of a drawing as a way to skip the "preliminary sketch" phase nd drawing a rough sketch over that which i then use for my drawing (or just directly color since i draw very fast/lazy...)